And now with the art of casting names upon its beingnThe humans claimed dominion over every living fucking thingnnProud as a purpose they became to walk the earthnAs they arraigned the common creaturesnCaught within the corpus, cursed, conscious human brain x2nnEvery word that's ever written will fall short of its intentnEven sung or spoke or screamed, they will betray what they have meantnnThey will betray what they have meant x2nnLanguage is the heart's lamentnA weak attempt to circumvent the loneliness inherentnIn the search for permanencennLike all the future ghosts who scratch their names in wet cementnDemeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness x2 nnAbstraction is the stake between the animal and animusnDeflesh the word as scourge of human destinynBehold the world in other people, life is charity